Dream Trader by Milkwood/Cap’n Swing
There was a man from Maryland who said he could not feel
He had a hard time telling just what was real
To lie beneath the frozen sky searching for a sign
The clouds, they billowed gracefully in strange design (like crystal line, yeah)
And as he watched them wane, drifting off to sleep
To dream of sailing ships on down in the Chesapeake
He might have stayed there all day feeling so fine just chugging wine
So fine just chugging wine
So fine just chugging wine
They found him in the morning, he was facedown beside a stream
He never did awaken, oh no, from that dream
From that dream, from that dream
